My neighbor's name is Conan

The cost of oil painting is much more expensive than most people imagine, and Aoki Matsu is aware of this. Therefore, when he saw that Manaka Daijiro reported a price that couldn't be lower, Aoki Matsu nodded in agreement.

But she did not go to Manaka Daijiro's house to buy the oil painting immediately. Instead, she planned to go and choose one with Shinna Kaori when she had time.

A few days later, Aoki Matsu learned that Professor Agasa took the Junior Detective League to Kanagawa to catch fish, and also went to take advantage of Yokomizo's merits. So he took Shinname Kaori to the Ginbayashi family.

Yes, Daijiro Manaka now lives in Daizo Ginbayashi's villa, and the paintings he had previously painted have also been moved into the villa.

When Aoki Matsu and Shinna Kaori came to visit, Ginbayashi Daizo was not there, and they were received by Manaka Daijiro and a housekeeper named Horikoshi.

"Let me introduce you. This is my fiancée, Shinna Kaori." Aoki Matsu introduced, "This is the painter Mr. Manaka, and this is the housekeeper here, Ms. Horikoshi."

"Hello." After greeting each other.

Ms. Horikoshi pushed Daijiro Manaka's wheelchair and took Aoki Matsu to the studio.

Daijiro Manaka introduced with a smile: "I paint a lot of landscapes, but they are all scenes around Tokyo."

Shinna Kaori looked at the painting and asked with a smile, "Mr. Manaka, you are a realistic style."

"Yes." Daijiro Manaka replied.

"No wonder Song-kun finds your paintings pleasing to the eye." Shinname Kaori understood.

The so-called formalist style, from an artistic perspective, is loyalty to nature. It advocates the use of accurate observation as a basis to depict ordinary people and their daily real lives.

One of its founders, the French painter Courbet, has a classic quote that can explain the characteristics of this style: I cannot paint an angel because I have never seen one.

"Miss Niina also knows oil painting?" Upon hearing this, Manaka Daijiro smiled and said, "What do you think of my painting?"

After carefully examining it, Shinaka Hosato said, "From a technical point of view, it is very mature and very good."

After talking about Shinname Kaori, without waiting for Manaka Daijiro to speak, he smiled and said to Aoki Matsu: "Matsu-kun, what do you think of these paintings?"

"Very good." Qing Musong responded seemingly perfunctorily, but he really felt that this kind of landscape oil painting was good as long as it was comfortable to look at.

Shinname Kaori selected a few paintings, looked at Manaka Daijiro and asked, "Mr. Manaka, can you sell these six paintings to us?"

Daijiro Manaka nodded, "Okay."

Aoki Song hurried forward to pay.

Then the two of them quickly said goodbye on the pretext of not disturbing Daijiro Manaka from recovering from his leg injury.

Sitting in the car, Aoki Matsu looked at Shinna Kaori and asked, "You don't seem to think highly of Mr. Manaka. Why is it that his oil paintings are not good? I feel very comfortable looking at them. If you don't like it, then don't hang it up."

Just now, Shinmei Kaori changed the subject so abruptly, and Aoki Matsu is not a fool, so how could Conan not see it?

Hearing this, Shinname Kaori shook her head and said, "Mr. Manaka's oil painting technique is very mature, and his paintings are also very good. They are good to hang up as decorations. It's just... he wants to become famous with such paintings, which is difficult in this era, but he doesn't seem to realize this."

"Are you worried that he will stick to us because of this?" Qing Musong said with a smile.

Shinna Kaori nodded carefully, "That's right. Don't think I'm overthinking it. In fact, my father met such a person before and finally got rid of him."

"Oh? Can you tell me?" Aoki Matsu asked curiously.

"He is a distant relative of ours, and he is also an oil painter. He also paints realistic paintings, and he started out by painting landscapes. But in today's environment, realistic landscapes simply can't make a painter famous, unless he is the son of a famous painter, then there is still a little chance.

Because of this environment, the man became poorer and poorer. My father became richer because of the serialization of "Detective Samonji", so the man came to borrow money. Once or twice, my father lent him money for the sake of being a relative, and also advised him to find a job and support himself first.

Unexpectedly, that person thought that my father was successful on his own and couldn’t stand seeing him succeed. He even slandered my father in the news media, which made my father so angry that he wanted to break off all ties with him.

After that, that person came to my house several times to make trouble. We moved several times to avoid him. Finally, that person got sick due to long-term malnutrition and passed away. Only then did our family become quiet. "Xin Mingxiang Baoli said with a pout.

Aoki Matsu suddenly understood what he had heard, but he was also very puzzled. "Kano, could it be because of this person that you think Mr. Manaka can't succeed?"

Hate the whole family?

"I'm not that superficial." Shinname Kaori shook her head, and then said, "Mr. Song, you always say that you don't understand art, but you think Mr. Manaka's oil paintings are very comfortable and you like them, right?"

"That's right, is there any problem with that?" Aoki Song was confused.

Shinna Kaori began to explain, "Of course there is nothing wrong with that. But let me ask you why rich people would buy oil paintings? Especially now that there are photo prints, those photos of natural scenery are no more beautiful than Mr. Manaka's landscape oil paintings, and they are even cheaper."

Qing Musong thought about it after hearing this, and he had some vague understanding in his heart: "In addition to matching the decoration style of my own house and personal preferences, it should be to show my taste and show that I am a person with taste."

Shinname Kaori nodded and said, "Matsu-kun, you are right. Hanging oil paintings at home, rather than prints, is to show your taste. In this case, the oil paintings here are actually the same as luxury goods. Whether they are practical or not is not important. The key is to show that I am rich and I am not an ordinary person.

So realistic landscape oil paintings, which even Songjun, who doesn't understand art, can understand, how can they show that the buyer's taste is superior to that of the general public? How can they indirectly reveal that he is rich?

The hidden scarcity of luxury goods, as well as the hidden threshold drawn by money, can show such taste and indirectly indicate that the owner is not an ordinary person, but a member of a higher class, satisfying the owner's vanity. "

When Qing Musong heard this, he immediately understood.

Why were some whiteboard and scribbled line paintings in the previous life sold for hundreds of millions of dollars, and people on the Internet complained: art is what you can't understand.

It is precisely because the general public cannot understand it that one can show off one's unique taste.

If a poor person has this kind of taste, he will naturally be ridiculed. But if it is a rich person, there will naturally be great scholars who will debate for him, and they will instead ridicule those who don't understand for having no taste.

Therefore, things that can be understood and appreciated by ordinary people do not have this quality, and naturally will not be favored by wealthy people, and they will not pay to buy them.

A painter who cannot sell his paintings naturally cannot be called famous. He will then fall into a vicious cycle and end up living in poverty all his life.

As for his posthumous fame, whether it was due to his real talent or hype by the oil painting dealers, who knows.

Even Aoki Matsu and Shinna Koharu, when they bought the oil paintings, they also had the intention of showing off their own taste, but they just didn't have such a strong vanity.

But everyone has desires, and everyone wants to climb up, especially the petty bourgeoisie who have some money but are not completely financially free.

Aoki Matsu thought of a sentence from Marxism:

Although the petty bourgeoisie does not control any means of production, their living standards, consumption levels and even values ​​are similar to those of the real bourgeoisie. They have relatively good family conditions, carefree childhoods, and higher education, and then they flood into the highly competitive job market in large numbers to engage in some grassroots mental labor.

In terms of being influenced by consumerism, the new petty bourgeoisie is surprisingly consistent: they are extremely obsessed with disguise, appearance, their own lifestyle and endless new experiences.

The real bourgeoisie are very relaxed, quiet and confident, and do not deliberately sculpt their lives or image.

The petty bourgeoisie is not truly wealthy, and appears to be very nervous and uneasy. They consciously check and correct themselves repeatedly, and follow the bourgeoisie's daily behavior, especially the goods they consume. Fundamentally speaking, they have neither economic capital nor cultural capital, and they overdraw their own strength to consume, and their aesthetics must follow the norms of others.

"Did you come up with this idea yourself?" Aoki Matsu looked at Shinna Kaori and asked.

Shinna Kaori smiled and shook her head. "My father told me that." She shrugged and said, "I was also obsessed with those luxury goods for a while, but after my father preached to me, I realized that I was too superficial before."

"Oh?" Qingmusong raised his eyebrows.

"It is human instinct to pursue a higher quality of life, but we should not become slaves to it." Shinna Xiang Baoli smiled freely.

This is also the reason why she could go to a small restaurant with Aoki Matsu on a date without changing her expression.

Because those things that show off one's taste and imply that one is rich are just "outside". Shin Nakagami has reached the state where she pays more attention to the "inside" - it is best to live comfortably.

But there are too many "surface" people in this world, so as long as human beings and classes exist, things like luxury goods will never disappear.

"It's better to write a book. A good book can make your name known through the ages." At this point, Shinname Kaori laughed, tilted her head to look at Aoki Matsu and asked, "Am I too ambitious?"

"No, with a father like your father-in-law, your ambition is reasonable. After all, your father-in-law has been famous for generations." Qingmu Song said with a smile.

If the authors of national IPs cannot be famous through the ages, then who else can be famous through the ages?

Shinname Kaho saw Aoki Matsu say that and smiled, "That's true. I've already thought of what to write in my new book."

"Oh, can I have a sneak peek?" asked Aoki Matsu.

"When I finish writing, I will let you be the first reader," said Shinna Kaori.

Qing Musong heard this and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll wait."

After returning home, Aoki Matsu and Shinna Kaori hung up six oil paintings, which indeed seemed to make the whole house more tasteful.

To put it simply, it looks more expensive.

Born into a common family in both of his lives, Qing Mu Song does not like to show off his wealth, but he is not opposed to a more comfortable and quality life. After hanging up these six oil paintings, he immediately felt more pleasing to the eye and more comfortable.

As for the replaced prints, Aoki Matsu placed them in the storage room. It would be a pity to just throw them away.

Two days later, Aoki Matsu heard the news again that Suzuki Sonoko invited Mao Lilan and Hondou Eisuke to go to the Suzuki family villa in Gunma Prefecture to play. Conan naturally went with them to "play" with Cao Cao, and gave Cao Cao another credit.

Conan really "loves deeply" for Sogo, just as much as the two Yokomizo brothers.

Several days passed in a flash, and it was the day of the amateur art performance on Mihua Street.

As a native of Beika Town, Matsuya Aoki received an invitation, as did Kogoro Mori and Inspector Megure.

It was naturally difficult to refuse such a thing, especially since there was nothing to do that day, so Aoki Matsu went to the venue with Maori Kogoro and others.

"The sea, the gravel, the water, the fish, the water, the clouds, the wind, the place for eating, drinking, sleeping, and..." After reciting this, Maori Kogoro forgot the words and could not remember "the place for eating, drinking, sleeping, and..."

Inspector Megure walked beside him and couldn't help but ask, "Where you live."

"39, -chome, Beika-cho." Kogoro Mori continued.

Inspector Megure couldn't stand Maori Kogoro and said unhappily, "What's the point of telling me your home address? What's next? Have you forgotten it so quickly?"

Conan couldn't help but complain in his mind, "It's been a week and you still haven't memorized it. You should have memorized it by now."

Kogoro Mouri was not affected by the attitude and eyes of Inspector Megure and Conan, and continued to recite with high morale: "The auspicious and fertile tree of the mountain orange tree, um... um..."

But the reality could not be reversed by his fighting spirit. After just reciting a sentence, Kogoro Mouri forgot the words again and could not help but look at Conan beside him.

Seeing this, Conan could only whisper a reminder: "Piper Piper."

"Ah!" Maori Kogoro suddenly remembered and continued to recite with high morale: "Papo Papo, Papo Papo's Popo Korin..."

Conan covered his face when he heard this. What Kogoro Mouri was reciting was completely irrelevant. It was obvious that he couldn't recite it and started to improvise.

But Maori Kogoro was still completely unaware of this, and continued to walk briskly with high morale, reciting loudly "Bobo Kolin Dong Beep, Dong Beep..."

Conan couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted Maori Kogoro loudly, "It's Paibo Paibo's Shuringuan, Shuringuan's Gulinda, Gulinda's Popokobi, Popokona's long-lived Changzhu. Uncle."

"Brother Mori, I think you'd better give up this idea! You don't have any talent for memorizing things at all, do you?" Inspector Megure wanted to make Kogoro Mori face the reality.